Sevra stood outside the heiress's quarters. Her hand was raised to knock but had frozen in hesitation. The obviously ancient artifact was protected as best she could in her travel pouch. Bringing it in the fort had been a constant reminder of the decision she was about to make.
Already she had sent a report to the Shadow Whisker Sorority. That she had retrieved nothing of importance but was tracking down a clue. A lie and a truth, but they didn't feel like they balanced out. It didn't feel like they were even opposites as she stood with dread in her heart.
'I can't shake the feeling that I am about to damn us all.'
The quality of the protective container's sigilwork, which had been far beyond anything the supposed merchants should have possessed, had made her always keep the item far from other people where she could. Sevra had spent the morning gathering information about the heiress's recent activities with it still hiding outside.
